The last time I was on a plane, I finished reading First Person Singular by Haruki Murakami. It left me feeling light. The stories themselves felt unapologetically unsophisticated; I wanted to find meaning in the short stories that I’ve come to believe simply isn’t there. The stories in the book are simply that, stories. And,… Continue reading The Languishing Unwritten Story
I went to Medieval Times for the first time on Saturday. A friend of mine organised the event for his birthday. It’s not something I would ever have thought to do to celebrate a birthday. But, that’s why we have friends…to share new experiences with.
It’s been a long time since I’ve sat down to write. It feels like it’s been much longer than it should be. The pattern of my words is disjointed. But, tonight I fell into a familiar rhythm. After work, I stopped by the liquor store. The lights are low, there’s familiar music playing loudly enough,… Continue reading I started writing a letter
Reminiscences of a childhood playground
A kitchen timer is an indispensable tool. I don’t have one. Instead, I use the timer on the stove. It works well because it’s digital. Although, the smallest available unit is minutes, which is sometimes too long. I digress.
This summer was supposed to be full of writing. That was the plan. It’s always the plan.
Visiting my folks always brings back a flood of memories. This isn’t the house that I was born into but it is the one that I left. Even still, it’s full of things that remind me of all of my past.
I found my old longboard while visiting my folks. I thought it’d be fun to give it a go.